Continental Breakfast (5 page)

“Very well. How do you feel about that?”

I’m scanning the tabletop and poking at my filet mignon waiting for her next response, but she remains quiet. After several long moments, I look up at Amelie to see why it’s taking her so long to respond, but she’s staring straight at me. I look to Mr. Pettifor and he’s also looking at me.

“Was that question directed at me?” I ask. 

Mr. Pettifor nods
yes
and waits for my response.

“How do I feel about
what
?”

“About Amelie servicing me
and accepting punishment?”

I’m aghast at his question. “What difference does it make how I feel about it?”

“It does make a difference,” he says, sitting up straighter and leaning forward.

“Since when?”

His eyebrows pinch together and he rests his elbows onto the table.

“Since the moment I met you,” he states and his sheer honesty shakes my very foundation.
He cares about what I think?
If that were true, he wouldn’t have gotten
serviced
by LB in the very next room.

Unable to tolerate the
look on his face anymore and his odd line of questioning and cryptic responses, I feel the sudden need to leave.

“If you’re done with me, I’ll be leaving now.”

I abruptly stand, gather my clutch, and bolt from the table. I make a pit stop in the ladies room before leaving. My hands are trembling as I stand and look at my own image in the mirror. My stomach churns at the thought of Amelie servicing Mr. Pettifor. I close my eyes tightly, splash cold water on my face and lean over the sink, trying to compose myself.

I’m started by the sound of a man’s voice coming from the door. I open my eyes and spin around to see the greenest of green eyes gazing back at me darkly.

“No, Ms. Darcy, I’m not done with you yet,” Mr. Pettifor says quietly as he locks the door behind him.

He moves quickly
, ravaging me without warning. He grips my hair at the back of my neck and smashes his mouth on me before I can protest. His tongue whips in my mouth, owning me completely. My body goes limp with his infernal touch and he steadies me, wrapping his arm around my waist. I want him, there’s no denying it. I need him, there’s no denying it. But,
Svetlana.
Right now, I just want to forget about her and open myself up to him.

“Oh, Mr. Pettifor,” I moan into his mouth.

He responds by kneeling in front me, turning me to face the mirror and lifting my dress. His movements are frantic as he rips my panties off, the fabric shredding under his strong hands. He forces my legs open and spreads my legs, burying his tongue in my ass.

“I want all of you, Bella, and since you didn’t let me spank this ass last night, I’m going to fuck it tonight,
” he growls.

He’s never taken me this way
, no man ever has, but tonight I won’t deny him. After all, this will be the last time we share this kind of closeness. He licks and sucks at my puckered entrance, and then slips a finger in, making me wince from the sudden intrusion. He moves it in and out slowly, loosening me up. I bend over and spread my legs further, giving myself over to him fully.

“Take me, Mr. Pettifor,” I pant.

He stands behind me and pushes the head of his dick into my tight canal and I whimper from the foreign sensation of being stretched in such an intimate and forbidden place.

“That’s it, Bella.
Fuck this cock,” he breathes into my ear as he bites my lobe sharply. He grips my hips firmly and pulls me onto his shaft, forcing himself completely into me and filling me entirely. My knees start to buckle from the intensity of his momentum, but Mr. Pettifor wraps an arm around me and steadies me.

“You can take it,” he says tenderly. He pumps into me over and over, his slick co
ck easier to withstand with each thrust as my ass relaxes.

W
atching the orgasmic look on his face in the mirror, I wonder what’s going through his brilliant mind.

“You look amazing being fucked like this. Your ass is perfect
, Bella. My God, it’s
absolutely
flawless.
You’re so tight. Why haven’t we done this before?” he grunts. “I love how you feel around me without a condom. It’s so different. Can you feel the difference?” he asks, looking excited.

“Yes, Sir,
I can feel it. You feel so much warmer.”

“Yes, that’s it
-
the warmth.
The heat of your core is unbelievable.  Oh,
shit…”
he gets a pained look on his face and then rams into me one last time as his cum jets into me.

He kneels in front of me again and turns me around, ready to finish me off. I let caution fly and fist his hair as laps at me and tugs at my clit. To my surprise, he doesn’t resist. My legs began to quiver just before my release.

“Give it to me, Bella. I was denied breakfast, now I want my continental desert,” he chuckles against my pussy.

I c
an’t resist giggling at his raunchy sense of humor. Twice in one day I get to hear his laugh and my insides melt. He mumbles something unintelligible against my clit and the vibration sends me over the edge and I fall to my knees. Our moment of post coital bliss is interrupted by someone knocking on the bathroom door. We both promptly put ourselves together. Stepping out of the bathroom, we’re met by judging eyes and gasps.

Mr. Pettifor looks at me and smoothes my just
-fucked hair for me and touches the tip of my nose gently.

“You should know, Mr. Pettifor, that was the first time I’ve been taken like that,” I confess.

He pauses and stares at me for a moment.

“
I was your first anally?” he asks.

“Y
es. You’ve been a lot of firsts for me,” I answer.

“
Such as?”

“You gave me my first real job. You g
ave me my first real orgasm. I did my first strip tease for you…”

The corners of his mouth turn up as if he’s recalling the memory.

“… and you were the first man who made me feel cherished.” He was also the first man to truly break my heart, but I decide it best to leave that part out.

His smile fades
and he blinks rapidly, his soft look suddenly hardening and his coldness returning.

After an awkward goodbye, Mr. Pettifor’s driver takes me home. I wish I hadn’t confessed my firsts to him. I vow to myself that what happened tonight with Mr. Pettifor will be the last time. I need to make that very clear to him tomorrow.
What do I think about Amelie servicing him?
What an ignorant question. Perhaps she’s servicing him now. I weep at the thought.

As I lay in bed, my mind spins its web of fantasies. In my make-believe world, I belong to Mr. Pett
ifor – not just from 9-5, but 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.  In my dreams, I can have him anytime I want and I can speak freely about anything. In my fantasy, I know all of his secrets and he knows mine. I eventually fall asleep, Mr. Pettifor’s voice lulling me and praising me…

Bella, my beautiful princess
, it’s you that I want.

I wake early again and pack up all of the dresses. I call for Mr. Pettifor’s driver and have him assist me in loading the box of gowns and jewelry.  When we get to the office, Amelie is already working on Mr. Pettifor’s schedule.
I’m impressed by her promptness and I have no doubts she will make a fantastic personal assistant. She smiles when I approach her and her sweet disposition touches me. This is exactly who Mr. Pettifor needs - someone light-hearted; someone who is willing and trainable. With her lack of inhibition, she will also make an excellent sexual partner for him. My stomach does a flip-flop at the thought and my heart soon follows suit.

“Mr. Pettifor is already here, Ms. Darcy. He asked me to send you in when you got here,” she say
s cheerfully.

“Thank you, doll face
. This box is for you. Please take care of everything in it.  Each of these gowns holds very special memories for me. The smaller box contains jewelry. I will let Mr. Pettifor decide what he wants to do with it as it’s all very expensive, but I thought you could at least pick out one item you would like me to hold back for you,” I tell her, handing her the box.

Her eyes light up and she looks like a child on Christmas.

“Oh, Ms. Bella, you’re so kind. Thank you,” she says and her eyes gloss over.

“Why the
glossy eyes?” I ask.

“I don’t know. I hardly know you, but it just seems so wrong for you to be leaving. I would’ve really liked to have gotten to know you better,”
she sniffs.

“I’m not going to the moon, silly girl! I’ll only be a phone call away if you have any questions. And maybe we can get a drink sometime,” I suggest, rubbing her back.

She nods happily and digs through the box of diamonds, sapphires and rubies. She finds a lovely yet understated diamond tennis bracelet and I place it on her delicate wrist.

“
You look beautiful, my sweet, Ms. Davidson. Simply
beautiful.
”

“I’ve never had diamonds before,” she replies, dreamily.

“Well, get used to it. Mr. Pettifor is a jewelry whore and before long, he’ll be lavishing you like the princess that you are.”

When I turn to go towards Mr. Pettifor’s office
door, I find him standing just inside, watching my interaction with Amelie.

I walk towards him and he gestures me into his office. I set the box of jewelry down on his desk and he sits do
wn on the front of his desk, next to the box. He casually thumbs through it, the sounds of metal and chains tinkering and jingling throughout the room. He pulls out a large ruby ring surrounded by diamonds and twirls it between his fingers.

“Why are you giving all of this back? It belongs to you.”

“We’ve already been through this.” I state.

“Won’t you at least keep one item?” he says sadly, holding out the dazzling ring.

I can’t resist his puppy dog eyes. “Yes, Mr. Pettifor, if it pleases you.”

He pauses momentarily and gets a
ravenous look in his eyes. He moves towards me, kneels and grabs my left hand. He slips the ring onto my middle finger and skims his thumb over the top of my hand. Then he flips my hand over and kisses my palm, his warm, wet lips calling to me.

“It was very kind what you did for Amelie,” he whispers.

Oh? Is that how it is? “So you’re on a first name basis with her already?” I ask.

He stands up
and shakes his head, “It’s not like that…”

“
I apologize. It’s none of my business. I’m glad to see you’re getting on with her so well. I trust the two of you had a winning evening after I left?”

“Ms. Darcy, what exactly do you think happened between Ms. Davidson and me?”

“It’s not for me to guess. I simply mean to say that I sincerely hope the two of you are going to be compatible. So what exactly did you want to talk to me about?” I ask, moving the subject along.

“After our episode last night, I thought perhaps you had reconsidered your resignation, but now that I see you’ve brought back the clothing and jewelry, I can see that you’re really planning on going through with this.”

“Yes, about that. I want to make it very clear that what happened last won’t happen again. What I experienced with you was amazing and I’m glad it was you who took my anal virginity, but it’s for the best that we cut things off cleanly from this point on.” My voice betrays me, despite my best attempts at sounding resolute.

I look down at my twisted hands, wanting to run out of the room.

“You should know - you were a lot of firsts for me, too, Ms. Darcy.”

I look up at him dubiously,
completely staggered by his statement. Why is he attempting to tell me this now, when I’m leaving? If he had feelings for me, why did he have Leggy Blonde bent over his desk? This man is a great manipulator. He taunts with me sweet words and my name spoken seductively, hoping I’ll cave to his will. I’ve seen him to do it his colleagues for two years. He’s a man who knows how to get what he wants.

He took that woman in the most intimate way, within earshot of me. I can’t accept that.
He was distant and cold for years. He used me as his plaything and I allowed it because I wanted to stay in his life. He hurt me deeply. I can see he’s waiting for me to ask him to elaborate, but I don’t want to hear his empty words right now.

Still, I can’t hurt him.
The last two years with him have been incredible and he’s made me into the woman I am today. He’s given me a hefty-sized nest egg that will go towards my medical education and for those things, I will always be grateful to him.

“Thank you for your kind words, Mr. Pettifor, but I have things
I need to attend to. I will be taking an extended lunch today and going for a job interview.”